The Hours are foul.
The Sun Sets.
I must begone from
this hell,
and off to a place
of rest.
So I bid the adieu,
and move on to the night
anew.
7/27/10
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The Hours are foul.
The Sun Sets.
I must begone from
this hell,
and off to a place
of rest.
So I bid the adieu,
and move on to the night
anew.
7/27/10
